[Could be! Ivan did not like many people, and he hated smokers! I didn't know anybody in this state when I moved up here. Some friends came up on their bike from California to visit me for a few weeks. They insisted I needed to get a cat before they headed out again, so one day I dropped them off at "Bent Bikes" for some used parts for their motorcycle, I went to PAWS and got a used cat for a companion. Poor Ivan, his cage was marked "mean, bites children, hates men and dogs, does not get along well with other cats" and he was named "Ivan the Terrible"! I thought the poor kitty would get snuffed! It was right when the war crimes trial was going on for Ivan the Terrible. He was stressed out, his fur was really dry and falling out, and he just hugged me when I pulled him out of the cage. The part about him hating men was definately true! He would his and spat, his back arched and all his fur on end whenever a man walked into my apartment (unless the man had long hair). And if he felt someone was getting a little to close to me on the couch, he'd jump on the couch between us and rake his claws on the person! He especially hated men with dark curly hair that smoke. That was bad news for my dad who did not dare turn his back on my cat, but dad loved my cat because he knew no one would be able to get too close to me as long as I had that cat! Ivan was a wonderful cat, but he was not very good for my social life!
My first cat as an adult was a "inhumane society" rescue. I choose her because she had one blue/one yellow eye. To this day I feel guilty that I choose her, and left her sister behind.She was stone deaf and blind in the blue eye. I took her to my vet for the free checkup. When I went back to pick her up. the vet said she wouldn't live. She was too infested with fleas, and had no blood. To prove his point, he took a scalpel and cut her front leg to the bone. She didn't feel it and didn't bleed. OMG!!!! Still a horrible memory.
I took her home and nursed her back to health. Had her for 13 years. She wasn't the smartest cat, as a kitten she got hyper and jumped into a burning fireplace. Never saw a cat jump backwards so quickly. Plus the trip off the balcony. But she learned to live in my house. My fondest memory is her sleeping on my bare feet every morning.
didn't need socks back then.
Russ
My first cat as an adult was a "inhumane society" rescue. I choose her because she had one blue/one yellow eye. To this day I feel guilty that I choose her, and left her sister behind.She was stone deaf and blind in the blue eye. I took her to my vet for the free checkup. When I went back to pick her up. the vet said she wouldn't live. She was too infested with fleas, and had no blood. To prove his point, he took a scalpel and cut her front leg to the bone. She didn't feel it and didn't bleed. OMG!!!! Still a horrible memory.
I took her home and nursed her back to health. Had her for 13 years. She wasn't the smartest cat, as a kitten she got hyper and jumped into a burning fireplace. Never saw a cat jump backwards so quickly. Plus the trip off the balcony. But she learned to live in my house. My fondest memory is her sleeping on my bare feet every morning.
didn't need socks back then.
Russ
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